I've been contemplating changing up my hairstyle for a few weeks now. (OK, honestly? I've been contemplating my hairstyle for YEARS.) But contemplating - and collecting pictures of cute, short 'dos - is all it ever amounts to. Once I'm actually in the stylist's chair, I am a big fat chicken around the scissors. So I proffer the usual "just trim it a bit!" and call it good.
I've had the same long, straight hair since I was pregnant with Riely and it was beginning to feel like a rut. It was an easy rut to stay in, due in large part to the convenience of ponytails. And ballcaps. But since there are a limited amount of social engagements where baseball hats are appropriate, I decided it was time to stop all the contemplating and JUST DO SOMETHING ALREADY.
So yesterday, I called my stylist to get an appointment. And knowing that if I was left with any time to contemplate further, I'd change my mind, she told me to come in that afternoon. No more contemplating. Gulp. And here's what resulted:
About six inches shorter (and more in the back, as it angles slightly up toward the nape of my neck) and a few shades darker. Not too drastic, but a significant change for this haircut weenie.
So now I'll have to find something new to contemplate. I'm guessing it should be more worthy and virtuous than hairstyles...like maybe the meaning of life? ...the key to world peace? ...the solution to our nation's deficit? ...or how many times I can include the word "contemplate" in a single blog post without killing readership? Yeah, maybe that last one would work.
